Waterbury evening Democrat., 1887-12-14

spectator charltably said, he IS lalu uo rest. There Is no shroud. The only grave clothes are the tattered garments left from the last sad race for life. Can the reader conceive anything more plt1ful than the view presented just before the damp earth is thrown on the cold, up turned face? The busy brain, from which came daring enterprises and cool action, IS qulet forever. The limbs that tolled so far tor patriotism, fame, perhaps for ven geance, and at last for life, labor no more. The heart so true to country and com rades, so faithful under forms of false hood, is stilled. The utmost depths of adversity have been sounded, and the enemy can touch him no more. Even the welded shackels, which seem to bind in the grave, have lost their power. It is we'll that man has one refuge from every earthly misfortune; and as evening gath cred it's shadows over the little heap of freshly turned earth in the wood-a spot long unrecognized-wa he not better off than the comrades from whom he had just parted, or those more distant, whose fate was trembling in the balance at Knoxville?
 Some days or weeks after the comple- tion of this mournful tragedy man came to the old depot at Stevenson, Ala, which was then used as storehouse by the Federals. He seemed to be 8 stranger, and went cautiously to Sergt. William Hunter Myers, of Company K, Thirty third Ohio, and asked to speak with him alone. Myers at once assented and took him into the room. The man looked to see that no one was near the door or win dows, and then said: 'I have papers in my possession which would cost me my life if the Confederates should discover them on me. Iwant to get clear of them" Myers took the papers and glanced over them, finding the letter of Andrews to his mother and his "will," already quoted. He was perfectly familiar with our expe- dition, belonging to the same company as Parrott. This made it easy for him to recognize the great interest of the papers, for up to this time only scattered and partial information had been brought through the lines. On inquiry the man said he was a fireman on the Georgia State railroad, and that he had been em- ployed for several years in that capacity. His native place, however, was Hagers- town, Md, and he had stood the ways of the rebels as long as he could, and was now anxious to get home. Myers wanted to know how he came in possession of the papers, but he declared that he dared not tell. Finding that he had nothing more to say, he was sent under guard to Hunts vile, from which place it was easy for him to reach his old home; and the papers also, after considerable detention, arrived at their destination.
 The account of the escape and recap ture of Andrews was published in The Cincinnati Commercial, about the 10th of June, and reached the sister of Miss Lay ton, with whom that lady then made her home. As she was already in deep dis tress because of Andrews long delay without any message, they did not dare to tell her the perilous situation in which her lover was placed But near the end of June the full account of his execution was copied in the same paper from The Southern Confederacy of June 8, 1869. As the end of all her hopes had come Qess than week before the intended wedding day) her brother and sister judged it best not to keep her longer in suspense, and the paper was handed to her. Her eyes rested on the following paragraphs:
 Yesterday evenings train brought from Chat tanooga to this place to be executed, Andrews, the leader of the engine thieves. under sentence of death, convicted by court martial of being a spy He was carried out Peachtree street road, accompanied by three clergymen, and escorted by guard. considerable crowd followed to witness the execution.
 He native of Hancock county, Va., born in 1899, brought up by pious Presbyterian parents,
 
 good portion of his life had been spent in Elem ing county, Ky. He had no family, but was en- gagged to be married during the present month.
 She did not shriek CT cry out, but read it through to the end, and went silently to her room, from which she did not emerge for hours; and when she did rejoin the family her face was drawn and pale, and the light had gone out of her eyes. From this time forward she took little interest in anything until the letter to Mr. Nc Gavic, printed above, arrived. Many months after, the empty trunk, so pathetic an emblem of her blasted hopes and the great tragedy that had fallen on her life, was recovered. In the absence of any explanation, for the letter to her was never received, it seemed like a cruel mockery! Not long after she died, thus rejoining the man she had loved so faith fully through such hopeless sorrow. No brave man perishes that some tender woman's heart is not crushed!